Something reminded me today of a story Mum used to tell me about her childhood. Apparently her sister, who was several years older than her, had been given a green Bakelite dressing table set (brush, comb, mirror etc) but decided she didn't like it. Rather than throw it in the bin like anyone else, she dashed downstairs with it one night and flung the whole set on the living room fire. Bakelite is flammable. Very, very, flammable. The flames hit the top of the chimney and set fire to it, and the fire brigade had to be called to come and put it out!
It's such a nice story I'm going to use it in my latest novel. I love putting odd bits and pieces like that into my writing - it seems to bring a book to life.
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